User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-2246928-20150422222742/@comment-2246928-20170112001323

The sable-furred rat gave a smile a ratwench might have found charming and reached out to amicably pat Grivvin's bare blade. "Scorge, at yer service, messmate. This 'ere's me crew- an' we happen t' be lookin' fer a bit of... employment..." he chuckled. "We know the land 'ereabouts, aye, an' th' creatures, too. Mayhaps we kin 'elp eachother, brother?"